by Evi   Jan 6, 2018

Why are we here?

Everyone individually thinks
they are special and unique.
Superior in some kind of way.
But in reality
We are all gravitated here for a purpose.

We are staring at our screens right now.
Hoping to gain something.

Hoping to see something we haven't seen before.
To feel something we haven't felt in a while.

Perhaps I have even forgotten what a certain sensation felt like.

My eyes are a little sore.
And my head feels fuzzy.

Not as if this is a dream.
More like,
Television static.
A numb kind of "fuzzy".

What makes me happy these days?
Do I even gain joy from anything?
Do I feel alive?
Or is the internet just what I'm accustomed to?

My friends are here.
My relationships develop here.
My only significant bonds bloom here.

It annoys me
To know that it all ends up the same.
No matter how many times I try.

I'm growing sick and tired of it.

Will it ever end?
Who will wake me up?

You don't have to be scared here.
It’s a dream world we are logged into.

You know what you're doing.

But don't you want to be scared?


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